Day 6, part 1.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009. 9:44 AM.
Plato lab again. Second period is 15 minutes from being over. I finally found out why I don’t have a user name or password; I’m not using the same program as everyone else, so I don’t need one. However, Mrs. Hatcher doesn’t have my program set up yet, so it’s day 6 of sitting in this lab, doing nothing. I’ll tell you a story!
This morning, I woke up at 6, like always. I accidentally fell back asleep right after my alarm went off, though. I woke BACK up at 6:20; this is bad. 20 minutes doesn’t sound like a lot of time, but with how much stuff I do in the morning, it really is. So, I took 45 minutes attempting to straighten my hair, which was necessary. Got dressed, packed my lunch, got money from mom for breakfast or whatever. I left at around 7:28, almost 15 minutes late. I didn’t get much sleep last night and knew that I needed coffee or a drink or something. So, I stopped at the Algood McDonalds, which is right off the exit I use to go to school. The drive through line wrapped around the building, so I decided that I would go inside. I ordered a large frozen coffee after waiting in line for about 7 minutes. It was then 7:40. Suddenly, I started to feel VERY sick. My stomach was killing me, and I honestly felt like I was going to pass out right there in the McDonalds dining room. I grabbed my drink a ran to my car. Nausea set in. My grandma lives about 2 minutes from CHS, so I figured I would stop at her house to throw up because I REALLY thought I was going to; I was in serious pain. But, somehow, on the way there, I started to feel FINE. It was really, really odd. So, I skipped grandma’s and just came to school. Walked in the door at 7:55. Made it to class on time! Again, I barely made it in the door before the bell rang.
But now, I’m in second period, and my stomach is starting to hurt again. It’s slowly creeping up, but I can feel it. I really don’t want to get sick; my step dick dad had a bad stomach virus last week; it put him in the hospital with IV’s. I’m really trying to avoid that. I think the bell is about to ring in here; I’ll write more tonight. I don’t know how you all put up with reading these stories, if you even do. They’re long, pointless, and WAY too detailed.
